Our little man's room is coming along! We're only a floating shelf and a bookcase away from being finished. Setting up his room has been a process in more ways than one.
Of course there's the process of painting and shopping and assembling the furniture, but more importantly- there's the process of getting your hopes up.
When we first started this adoption we knew we wanted to pursue our little man's adoption, but of course we didn't know if it would happen. Actually, we still don't know with 100% certainty that he will become our son, but somewhere along the way we started letting go of the worry and just embraced the joy. This morning we sang It is Well with My Soul in our worship service and when we got to the lyric: though Satan should buffet / though trials should come / let this blessed assurance control / that Christ has regarded my helpless estate / and has shed his own blood for my soul.. when we got to that part I could think only one thing:
That no matter the outcome of our adoption, it will be well with soul.
It's amazing to me, that how just letting that blessed assurance control me has given me so much freedom. Christ's control over my salvation gives me the freedom to hope and plan and dream for my family. It gives me the freedom to put together a room for a little boy, even when the fear of what if this adoption falls through and he never comes home? threatens to undo me.
My eleventh grade English teacher once told my class that the beauty of poetry is that there is so much freedom in the form. There is a form to poetry- many forms, in fact- form with rules and verse and boundary. An essay is not a poem. A paragraph is not a poem. A book is not a poem. To write a poem you have to stay within certain boundaries.
But don't think of the boundaries as constricting you, he said, focus on the freedom in form.
That's the kind of freedom of feel. Freedom to move around my life, just like I move around in a poem, knowing that Christ has all things held together. He's got the poetry of salvation history perfectly suspended; he'll never let me fall out of verse. Let this blessed assurance control.
In light of this blessed assurance, I've felt the freedom to put our little man's room together. And here are the it's-coming-along pictures:
1) The Russian nesting doll is from my dear friend Sarah, who I met in college. She spent a few weeks in Russia as part of a spring college class back in 2006(ish). She brought this doll back for me. Who would have known I'd be adopting from Russia all these years later!
2) The lamp is a new buy. Because who doesn't love owls?
3) The quilt on the bed was sewn by my sister when she was 16 as my going-away-to-college gift. Yes she is super talented!
4) And the three sailboats are actually picture-holders (will fill those after our first trip to Russia next week!) They were the table favors at my friend Sarah's wedding (same friend who brought me the nesting doll); she was married in the fall of 2010 and when I saw them on the table I immediately thought I'm going to put these in our child's room someday. I took mine and John's and someone else's who forgot theirs. Maybe I didn't try very hard to remind them, okay? I just love them.
Putting our little man's room together has been a very meaningful experience. All these items from the past mixed together with new ones for him to call his own... it fills my heart with hope for the future. And when that hope is threatened to be undone by the fear of what if and failure, I breathe deeply and let the blessed assurance of my salvation control.
It is well, with my soul.